"I don't ...know. I know it's a box. Box for Veronica Rhett." Miranda looked around the office. She'd gotten it specifically for this meeting rather than letting it sit in storage. It really wasn't any problem in getting it out again, but she thought she'd be nice and save him a trip. It wasn't like she always got to see the people when they finally got whatever it was they were supposed to get. "Now if I were a box for you, where would I be?"
She leaned a little to peek under a stack, then another; she peeked in a drawer. Her brows furrowed as it simply wasn't there. She sighed and dropped her hands on her lap. There was a blink and a soft oh.
"I remember!" The clerk jumped up and managed to get by Rhett to the sweater hanging on the door. "I put it in here, so that I wouldn't forget. It's a necklace. I don't know if it's really your style, but it is yours. Or hers?" She bit her lip before handing over the box. "I hate to ask this, but it's protocol. Might I see some ID?"